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Date: Sat, 8 Jul 1995 17:20:59 UTC
Subject: Space, The Final Frontier? (Pedo, M/b)
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********WARNING************
This is a paedophilic story about sexual love and contact between
a man and boy(s).
If you are under the age of consent in your country, please do
not read further.
If reading or possessing this is going to make you a criminal in
your country, think hard before continuing. I take no
responsibility for any consequences to you.
If you are unable to distinguish fantasy from reality, and think
this story might make you go out and behave in a criminal way in
your country, do not read it. You are responsible for your own
actions, and if not, should not be allowed out without
supervision.
If this type of story is not to your taste, and you are going to
find it distressing and unpleasant, then why are you reading it?
The posting should be clearly marked, and if not the warning is
clear enough. Go find something better to do with your time than
wasting it on things you will not enjoy.
To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this story.
******** Space, the Final Frontier? *********
Fractionally before the blast caught him, Kim felt the vibrations
of the explosion under his feet. That, and the sudden cutting
off of Peter's voice through the helmet speakers caused him to
turn slightly, back towards the crawler. He was lifted up,
spinning in the near vacuum that was considered atmosphere for
this God-forsaken planet, and thrown a considerable distance
before crashing hard against a protruding rock. His last
conscious thought was the realisation that the hissing in his
ears and star patterns in front of his eyes were not after
effects from the concussion, but his air, rapidly escaping from
his fractured face plate.
"Come on, please, get up!" a high pitched voice yelled, muffled
by the thick plastic of his helmet. Kim stirred, and felt small
hands pulling him over, onto his back. Something seemed wrong,
yet he was not yet recovered enough to pin-point what it was.
"Please!" the voice begged.
The dazed man shook his head, attempting to bring his vision into
focus. He could just make out the small figure in front of him,
but the crazed patterning in the perspex of his helmet prevented
him seeing who it was. They were obviously in a room or vehicle,
because the figure was too small to be wearing a pressure suit,
so Kim clicked open the clasps at his neck, and pushed the heavy
helmet off.
"But...." he just managed to say, before he realised he had no
more words to describe his shock. He still lay against the rock
he had been thrown against, and he could now see the burning hulk
of the crawler, some fifty yards away. In every direction was the
bleak desolation of the dead planet, yet here he was, in the
open, still breathing. By him crouched a young boy, no more than
eleven or twelve, dressed in close fitting blue jeans, and a thin
white T-shirt, he didn't even have shoes on!
"How...." again words failed him, as the boy tugged on his arm,
trying to get him up. He struggled to his feet, and looked at
the crawler.
"Peter!" he called, and started towards the wreck.
"No, I'm sorry, he's dead." the boy said, voice almost cracking
in sorrow.
"We must check, there's air here, he could be alive!"
"Kim! No, we have to go NOW!" the boy's voice carried with it a
tone of command that surprised the man, so much so that he
stopped in his tracks, and turned back, inquiring. "He died when
the first missile hit, Kim, we must go, they will be here soon,
and they mustn't find us."
He reached out a hand. Slowly, Kim lifted his gloved hand to
meet the boy's, and let himself be led away from the destruction,
leaving his helmet lying in the dust.
***********************************************************
The trooper stood, puzzled, looking down at the smashed and empty
helmet, then glanced round at the surrounding dust. They had
been dropped by their battle-ship some hours before, to mop up
any people on the ground, while the space battle raged above. So
far it had been easy, the Paedos proving lightly armed, and
unsuspecting, but now there was a real problem. The corporal had
ordered two self-guided missiles fired at the stationary crawler
from several miles back, and the squad had been elated when both
had scored direct hits. But now....
The scum in the crawler must have been killed almost instantly,
and his partially incinerated body was a pleasing sight, but the
second bastard was nowhere to be seen, whats more, his helmet was
lying useless on the ground, and two sets of foot-prints led away
to the north. One of them was obviously wearing suit-boots, but
the other set looked almost like a small human's foot-print. It
naturally couldn't be, because any human without a pressure suit
would have suffocated in minutes. The troopers knew this well,
after all, what else could you do with a Paedo prisoner, except
make sure they were comfortable by loosening their clothing?
Somehow they never seemed to appreciate this concern, and always
seemed to die shortly after - must be allergic to the company of
real men!
Still, the General had ordered a complete tally of Paedo ground
troops, so there was nothing the troopers could do but follow the
tracks. They had the nice thought that they might be the first
to find the native life form that was helping the escaping Paedo,
and then they could be first to find out if they was any fun to
be had on this hell-hole world. After all, the last few alien
species had all proved interesting sport, even if only for a
short time, and it was time a new one showed up.
The boy had led Kim for several miles, constantly glancing back
over his shoulder, looking for signs of pursute, concerned fear
etching itself on his face. Kim had been unable to make sense of
what was happening, his bemused attention fixing only on the
strangeness of the situation. He watched the grey dust flow
between the boy's toes, like fine sand on the beach, trying to
find a familiar reference point from which he could work. The
suddenness of Peter's demise cut into him, they had been partners
for years, searching together for a new home for their people,
and it had always been dangerous work, but to have been found by
Troopers!
*******************************************************
As if the mere thought of them had drawn their attention, the
first of the squad behind them came into the boy's view. Kim saw
the widening of his eyes, and turned back to see the soldier
raise his rifle, and the bright burst of light as the shot passed
close by. He ducked down, and started running beside the lad,
sprinting now for a cleft in the rocks ahead. More flashes
danced around them, and for a moment Kim thought the boy had been
hit, the light from one of the lasers seeming to light up his
entire body, but although he stumbled and grasped his chest, he
kept moving forward. A final burst of speed put them into cover,
and they both fell forward, gasping.
"Come on," the boy forced out the words, "just a little further."
They crawled forwards, having to stay low to avoid the random
shots above their heads, until the cleft deepened and widened
out, opening to reveal a valley below. Kim's heart dropped to his
boots. The vista ahead was as bleak and devoid of cover as was
the rest of the planet. He knew now that both he and the boy were
doomed, destined to provide a moments entertainment for the men
behind them. He slumped to the ground, giving up on any further
flight. The boy was pleading with him to get up, go further into
the valley, but he resisted until he glanced up to see the tears
streaming down the boy's face. He pushed himself up, and
staggered down the gentle slope, expecting to feel the momentary
warmth in the small of his back, which would preceded the searing
pain of a direct hit from a laser rifle. Instead, the landscape
shimmered, and a light breeze, laden with the scents of spring,
brushed through his hair. He looked up, and was astonished to
see the valley change from the uniform dust grey to the varied
colours of vegetation, sky lightening from black to blue, all in
all like an idyllic day on Earth.
"Run!" yelled the boy, suddenly sprinting forward. Kim looked
back, and could see the grey dullness behind them, and a figure
in a pressure suit looming out of the darkness, rifle moving to
it's shoulder. Training took hold, and he rolled forward and to
the side, attempting to disrupt the aim of the Trooper behind
him. As he hit the ground he changed the direction of his roll,
spinning round to face his adversary, but there was no-one there!
Instead of the expected view of the dead planet, the green of
lush grass flowed up into rolling hills, small animals grazing
here and there.
"Where...what..." he stuttered.
"It's alright, we're safe now." The boy's voice was calm and
soothing now, the earlier urgency vanishing like dew in summer.
Kim looked down at him, taking in the fine boned features, clear
green eyes, lightly tanned skin, topped by a layer of short brown
hair. The kid was, undoubtedly, beautiful, and most definitely
knew it.
"OK, kid, we're safe," Kim decided that so far the lad had been
on the right track, "so where are we, and where did you come
from, come to think about it, who are you!"
*******************************************************
The corporal spoke nervously into the radio. This was going to
take some explaining. He had followed the Paedo into the cleft,
and had seen him just before he vanished, shimmering into
nothingness. The other Troopers had been covering him from
behind, and were obviously confused by his explanation of their
quarry's disappearance. The Captain also sounded angry, and
asked him to put his ranking private on to the radio to confirm
the story. He moved away from the rest of the squad, kicking up
the dust where the Paedo had stood.
"Corp," his second called over, "he doesn't believe you."
As the implication of the statement hit him, the corporal turned
back to the other men, sliding his rifle from his shoulder. Three
laser blasts caught him simultaneously, spreading agonising fire
throughout his body.
The new corporal stood over the smoking remains of his late
commander.
"Never thought you could be a Paedo lover." he muttered, "Come on
you lot, we've got vermin to kill!"
*************************************************************
"Don't you know me, Kim?" the boy seemed amused, a mistchevious
glint in his eyes.
There was a hint of memory, but for the life of him, Kim could
not place it. His pressure suit felt heavy and hot in the clear
sunlight, and he unfastened the large zip over his chest, pulling
the fabric open.
"Leave that here, you won't need it again."
Somehow, trusting the boy's words, he shrugged off the bulky
suit, to stand in ships clothing of shorts and T-shirt, feeling
the cool grass beneath his feet.
"Race you down to the river!" the boy challenged, sprinting down
towards the base of the valley. Kim took after him, longer legs
closing the gap the boy had created with his early start. He
reached out to touch the boy, but found himself grasping thin air
as the lad skipped aside, laughing. In the space of minutes his
demeanour had changed from deep concern to playful happiness, and
Kim realised there could be nothing to fear here. The game
developed into a joyful chase, utterly different from the one
shortly before, almost as if it was impossible to be unhappy in
that place.
Dodging Kim's lunge as they reached the river side, the boy tore
off his T-shirt, yelled "Let's swim!", and dove into the clear
water. Panting from the recent exertion, the man paused only a
second before following, coming to the surface beside the
youngster, who promptly pushed him back under. The two played
happily in the cool water, the memory of recent events hazing
over, almost unimportant. Finally the boy pulled himself from the
water, and stripped off his wet jeans, not even attempting to
hide himself from Kim's gaze. His body was thin, just a hint of
the musculature that would come with adulthood showing, perfect
skin not yet touched by the scourge of adolescent achney. He
faced directly at the man and looked down at his own groin, where
his small penis was trembling upwards, slowly pointing towards
the sky. As it reached it's zenith, he looked back at Kim, and
said "Good, isn't it?", a wide grin spreading over his face.
***************************************************
The fighters cut almost silently through the thin atmosphere,
dropping swiftly on any small pockets of resistance left. There
were very few of those now, most having surrendered as soon as
their mother-ship had been destroyed. As the craft crested a
ridge, three laser blasts cut between them from the ground below.
The lead pilot triggered the radio to broadcast the blanket
request for surrender, only to be answered with more gun fire.
The blasts were ineffective against his ships, but to prevent any
further losses on the ground, he targeted in and dropped a
cluster of bombs. Three bodies looped high, then fell back almost
gently under the light gravity. The pilot sighed to himself,
regretting the deaths of more of the fanatics, and then reported
back to base.
"Sorry, Commander, we have three more dead Earthers out here, no
sign yet of Peter or Kim."
**************************************************
Kim traced his fingers lightly along the sleeping boy's shoulder.
It was so peaceful, lying under the shade of a tree on the soft
grass, listening to the murmur of the river. Several hours had
passed since the naked boy had helped him from the river, hours
he knew he would never forget. The tender, tentative touching,
building slowly to burning, passionate embraces.
He had held him in his arms, gently stroking the boy's hair,
feeling the love of his warm body flowing between them. They had
kissed, lips to lips, then again, deeper, probing the very inner
corners of each others mouths. As they kissed the boy hung
tightly round the man's neck, and Kim slid a hand over the small
chest and soft stomach to the hard rod of his erection. The lad
broke from his kiss to give a low moan as his tiny genitals were
gently massaged by Kim's fingers. He thrust his hips forward,
spreading his legs wide to let the man extend his fondling down
over his scrotum and over the small rose of his rectum. They
resumed kissing, as Kim pushed his little finger inside the boy,
feeling the tight embrace of his sphincter while leaving his
thumb and other fingers to play over the smooth boy testicles and
penis. The lad released his grip on Kim's neck, reaching down
into the man's crotch, holding the enlarged organ in his hand,
stroking along it's length.
As one, the two lovers parted, swinging round to end up head to
tail. Kim drew the small cock between his lips, feeling the boy's
small mouth suck in his larger organ, engulfing it in the tender
warmth of that little mouth. The small tounge drew circles along
the length of his shaft, bring forth feelings Kim had not known
since his own beloved had been slain on a far distant planet. He
withdrew his smallest finger from the boy's arse, replacing it
with his index finger, probing deeply into the lads intestines.
The child wiggled his rear, trying to get more of the finger
inside him, while attempting to swallow the entire length of the
man's erection. Sucking in the small balls along side the little
prick, Kim played the boy to perfection. Never had he found a
lover so in harmony with him, and in whom he could sense every
need, every nuance, of their love making.
Again, they moved as one, the boy lying on Kim's chest, head to
head once more. Reaching back, the boy guided the large penis,
wet with his own spit, to the target of his anus. He pushed back
as Kim lunged forward, and the lad was impaled on Kim's waiting
organ. Though the position did not allow for deep penetration, it
gave them time to kiss and enjoy the others reactions, creating a
more meaningful coupling, binding them together forever.
It seemed like hours they were as one, until the slow thrusting
into the boy's bottom brought Kim over the edge to climax. At the
same time, the boy, pushing his hard penis into the man's
stomach, came like never before. Holding each other close, they
rolled to their sides, clasped together, but no longer connected,
to drift to sleep.
The boy stirred under his ministrations, then came to full
wakefulness.
'Come,' he said, 'We must go!'
He moved from the still prostrate man, pulling on his clothing as
he went. Kim was puzzled by his urgency, but started to cast
around for his few remaining garments.
'What's the hurry?' he asked.
'We have to get you back to your own time and ship,' the boy
explained, 'before it's too late!'
Struggling into his ship suit, Kim questioned the boy further.
'I don't even know who you are, or what this is about, can't you
tell me anything?'
The boy stopped, and looked at him sadly.
'My name is Eric, I used to live on this planet, until the Earth
men arrived.'
Swiftly, with many catches in his voice, he related the story of
that unfortunate planet. It had been inhabited by a group of free
thinkers from Earth, just after the discovery of simple space
travel. Until the arrival of an Earth Force fleet, it had been a
verdant and fertile planet, supporting it's inhabitants in a
simple but happy life. The Trooper's commander had been welcomed
by Eric's father, acting as leader at that time. They had been
welcomed as friends, accepting the hospitality of their hosts, in
a friendly manner, until Eric, smitten by the commander's deputy,
asked if the man would like to sleep with him that night. They
had shot his father and mother within seconds, laughing as the
smouldering corpses fell to the ground. He had run, dressed only
in his T-shirt and jeans, only to be felled by a laser blast to
his legs as he tried to leap the compound wall. The Troopers had
laughed at his struggles to escape, then brought his younger
sister and brother out of the house, slowly blasting them to
death in front of his eyes. Then they had donned space suits, and
watched, while some weapon of their fleet drew away the planets
atmosphere. Watched, as he had painfully suffocated, as the rest
of his world had died around him.
What they did not realise, as they laughed at his death, was they
were binding him to the planet, creating a force to foil their
future machinisatisions. When Kim;s friend Peter had cried out in
the moment of his demise, Eric had been woken from his sleep, to
aid his fellow sufferers. Eric told Kim that now was the time to
return him to his friends, to the ship he had left so long ago.
Grabbing the man by the hand, he led him forwards, and the green
grass faded into the background, leaving the gleaming white of
the mother ship's bridge. All around, figures stood immobile, as
if time was no longer in existence for them. Kim turned to his
lover turned rescuer.
'What happens to you, Eric?'
'I don't know. I love you'
'I love you too, and I don't want to lose you.'
Eric ran to his love, clasping him tight.
The bridge solidified, and the figures began to move.
'Kim! How did you get here,' the Captain exclaimed, 'and who the
hell is this!'
Her voice broke the spell around Kim and Eric, and they realised
that not only had Kim been rematerialised on the deck of the
ship, but it seemed that Eric had too. They looked at each other,
grins as wide as could be, while the rest of the crew looked on
in astonishment.
*************** The end? *********************
Thank you for reading this far. I hope you have enjoyed the
story, and if you have any comments, please send them on.
This particular story is very unpolished, but I was getting
depressed at the lack of M/b stories in a.s.s. presently.
Constructive critisim is always welcome. Flames, well, I you
have got this far and still want to flame me, go ahead, I'll
ignore them anyhow, so you will have wasted yet more of your
time.
Baloo.
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